*There is a biblically accurate angel looking guy standing in his room, staring at spy’s bed.*
(This crinkle mod btw, I just wanna use my son golden eyes.)
*Spy is suddenly awoken by the feeling of being watched…*
Eugh- I need a cigare- OH MON DIEU-
*he clutches his blanket like he is wearing precious pearls. Pulling it to cover his already shirt clad chest.*









